The brilliant moon is
calling again to undress in moonlight.
I need less than nothing.
No oblique questions.
It was a fake meme, transcended
to a traveler to find the mystic pain.
It hurts, it bleeds.
Break to the soul. An asteroid is going
to crash on the home of truth.
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Satish Verma Poems
PoetrySatish Verma is ferociously original. You feel resentment, outrage and violence, cannot pin it down but wonderfully spin your brain. Satish has the greatest sensibility which sweetly exploits the delicacies of human conflicts. You are taken aback. T...
